Seasons die one after another They come to life again to disappear better The years pass, men too Only the remembrance of an incandescent stake persists
At the memory of the past
In the middle of the night When blood have spilt over The birds didn't sleep And diverted their glances He roamed among graves The impostor's graves Light angel Beamed on him
At the memory of the past
Satan's child Your act's perfume is burning Is burning the Golgotha
Rebirth With the face of underground justice
Time cannot be bought, it is wasted And prayers don't make nothing Oh gods of the past, you who lead the life It's a fine day for a... returnTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
